Back then I’d scream my lungs out,
These days an audible sigh works as grout.
Back then I’d whip myself in a frenzy,
These days an exhausting run is trendy.
Back then moody malady afflicted for weeks on end,
These days control and equanimity help to mend.
Some mistook it for maturity and clearer thinking,
When affording pain is dearer now and the ship’s sinking.
These words hit home. Love the poem. 💕
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Thanks. 😊
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This is wonderful! Heartfelt emotions…
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Thanks a lot! Happy you liked it. 😊
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Sense of reality..Last line makes the poem more meaningful..wonderful writer you are..!!
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Thank you, thank you. I’m but a novice only, trying to make sense of this poetry shoetry. 😆
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You are an expert not a novice..And again you seems too happy by your taareef..
:-))
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Ha ha. Who wouldn’t? Thanks anyway.
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My pleasure..
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I’m doing that right now.
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🙂
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Perfect
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Thank you. 😊
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